After hearing what the veiled woman said, the strong man named Bronze Tiger nodded quickly, and then tried his best to smile at the shopkeeper.
"Shopkeeper, I'm sorry, I scared you just now. By the way, do you have any special delicacies here?"
Tonghu smiled.
But when the shopkeeper saw the strong man's sweet smile, he became even more frightened. Not everyone can bear the smile of a strong man with a face like a king's.
Of course, the shopkeeper didn't dare to tell the strong man to stop smiling. Although these people didn't look like monks, they definitely had worldly backgrounds, and the shopkeeper didn't dare to provoke them.
"There are many delicious things. Look, this is the menu of our store."
The shopkeeper took out a menu and handed it to Tong Hu.
Tonghu presented his hands to the veiled woman again, but the veiled woman did not take it, but glanced at the heroic woman beside him.
"Qingping, please have some."
The voice of the veiled woman is still beautiful. Anyone who hears her voice wants to see the face under the veil.
"Okay, miss."
The maid named Qing Ping nodded, then took the menu, looked through it casually, and quickly ordered some seafood.
"By the way, here comes another snow silver bluefish."
Qingping thought for a while and then said.
"What a coincidence, the last snow silver fish has already been ordered by other guests."
The shopkeeper explained quickly.
"We can offer double the price, you can sell it to us."
Qingping said lightly, her tone was quite arrogant, as if if she paid double the price, the shopkeeper would definitely sell it to her.
The shopkeeper's heart couldn't help but move. He was indeed a little moved, but the two guests just now didn't seem to be easy to offend, and the shopkeeper didn't dare to provoke them.
"I'm afraid that won't work. First come, first served. If you want to eat, come back tomorrow."
The shopkeeper said.
"Forget it, I won't tell you either."
Qingping's eyes swept across the restaurant. There were only a few people sitting at the tables in the restaurant. Soon, Qingping's eyes fell on Mo Hai and Yan Qingwu. Only these two people could afford to eat.
The people of Snow Silver Cangyu.
"I advise you not to disturb them."
The shopkeeper's gentle warning.
"I'm just going to make a deal with them."
Qingping said, then walked towards Mo Hai.
"Did you order the last snowy silver fish here?"
Qingping stood at Mo Hai's dining table and looked at Yan Qingwu and asked. She felt that Yan Qingwu looked more like a person in charge, while Mo Hai looked like a follower.
"Yeah, what's the matter?"
Yan Qingwu looked up at Qingping and nodded.
"I'll pay double the price, please give us the snow silver bluefish."
Qingping said.
"Sorry, this is not about money."
Yan Qingwu declined.
"Then I'll pay three times the price."
Qingping increased the price.
"I've already said, this is not about money."
Yan Qingwu said again.
"Five times the price."
Qingping spoke again.
Yan Qingwu frowned slightly, looked at Qingping with speechless eyes, and said impatiently: "Even if you offer a hundred times the price, there is no way I will agree."
Qingping wanted to say something else, but the veiled woman came over and stopped Qingping.
"Forget it, Qingping, since these two guests are unwilling to part ways, we can't force it."
the woman said.
Qingping had no choice but to retreat.
The three veiled women sat down at the dining table next to Mo Hai. The veiled woman looked quite elegant, but Tonghu and Qingping beside her were aggrieved about Yan Qingwu's failure to give up Xueyin Cangyu.
Yu Huai glared at Yan Qingwu from time to time.
Yan Qingwu had no choice but to turn her head and look outside without talking to Mo Hai. The two of them just sat like this, but it did not arouse any suspicion. After all, in everyone's eyes, the relationship between Mo Hai and Yan Qingwu was as good as Bronze Tiger.
The relationship is similar to that of the veiled girl. How can the attendant and the lady chat casually?
After a while, the snow silver bluefish was brought up. It was fragrant. Just one bite of the snow silver bluefish was enough to increase your appetite. The weight of a snow silver bluefish was not much, and it was not enough for both of them. Mo Hai took a look at it.
, this snow silver bluefish is indeed a good spiritual fish, but unfortunately, it is only cooked by ordinary chefs. If a monk with good cooking skills cooks it himself, all the spiritual energy in the spiritual fish can be locked in the soup.
, you can even add some other spiritual qualities. Mixing various spiritual qualities in the soup will create a unique flavor.
Of course, even if you just throw it into the water and boil it, a spiritual fish like the snow silver bluefish will taste extremely delicious. In the mortal world, it can be regarded as the ultimate delicacy.
Many diners twitched their noses and salivated in their mouths.
Even Yan Qingwu couldn't help but lick her lips, eagerly scooped up a bowl of soup and drank it.
“It tastes really good.”
Yan Qingwu praised.
"Hey, you, why don't you drink?"
Yan Qingwu couldn't help but said when she saw that Mo Hai didn't move.
"Didn't I tell you to treat you to dinner? I'm not too hungry."
Mo Hai smiled.
"It's so delicious, you won't even eat it?"
Yan Qingwu pouted.
"I'm afraid that if I eat it, you'll be gone. I can just eat something else."
Mo Hai smiled.
"You're making me greedy. If you can't, I'll give you a bowl."
Yan Qingwu stood up directly, took Mo Hai's evening meal, and filled a bowl for Mo Hai.
Mo Hai was disrespectful and lowered his head to take a sip.
"How about it?
Have you never tasted such delicious fish soup?"
Yan Qingwu smiled.
"For you, it is indeed amazingly delicious, but for me, it is just so-so."
Mo Hai said.
"Your requirements are too high. I'm surprised. You are from the earth, but that place doesn't even have much spiritual energy. Is there such a spiritual fish?"
Yan Qingwu rolled her eyes. Mo Hai not only had a high vision, but also had a picky appetite.
"How can there be a spiritual fish if there isn't much spiritual energy?"
Mo Hai said.
"Then why do you say that the taste of this snow silverfish is average? I have eaten a lot of spirit beast meat and a lot of spiritual fish, but the taste of this snow silverfish can definitely be ranked in the top three."
Yan Qingwu said.
"That's because your knowledge is limited, and this kind of spiritual fish is best cooked by monks, so that the taste can reach its peak. Later, you can catch some in Beicang Sea. I will teach you how to cook it, and you will know what it is.
Really delicious.”
Mo Hai smiled.
"You, you can actually cook?"
Yan Qingwu's eyes widened.
"Is this weird?"
Mo Hai said while drinking fish soup.
"Of course it's strange. A person like you can actually study cooking. It's really unexpected."
Yan Qingwu was both shocked and curious. She felt that Mo Hai was becoming more and more mysterious and interesting.
"If you are alone and have a home all over the world, if you want to eat, you will naturally cook it yourself. The more you cook, the better your cooking skills will be."
Mo Hai said.
"Then have you always lived alone?"
Yan Qingwu was already very curious about Mo Hai, but now that the topic has opened, she naturally wants to know more about Mo Hai.
"Most of the time, I'm alone."
Mo Hai said.
"Then aren't you lonely?"
Yan Qingwu said.
"alone?"
Mo Hai smiled and said no more.
In the vast universe, who would like to be alone?
Mo Hai doesn't like being alone, but he has to be alone often.
"Can you tell me about your past?"
Yan Qingwu saw that Mo Hai's expression was a bit complicated, and he even forgot to drink the soup of snowy silver fish, and looked at Mo Hai intently, looking expectant.
"If you want to hear my story, you should tell yours in exchange."
Mo Hai smiled.
"I have no story. I am an orphan. I was brought back to the sect by my master since I was a child. Apart from practicing, I still practice. My life is monotonous and boring. There is nothing to talk about."
Yan Qingwu's expression moved slightly, a hint of loneliness and sadness flashed deep in her eyes, then her face turned and she said calmly.
"Then I'm just the opposite of you. Even if I tell my story for three days and three nights, I still can't finish it. But now, you are not qualified to listen to my story."
Mo Hai said.
"Tch, if you don't say it, don't say it."
Yan Qingwu was originally depressed because of Mo Hai's unintentional words, but another word from Mo Hai made her immediately feel unhappy.